Chapter 3

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Olivia knew that the day she said yes to David's proposal, it was a mistake. But she and David had just gotten so caught up, that neither of them took the time to think about this. Especially her. When she thinks about it, she knew that she was still very much in love with Nick when she accepted, but being so hurt... Even while she waited for the paternity test results, hoping that she could find a reason not to, when they came back and said that David was the father, she gave up on the idea of her and Nick, settled into the fact that fate wanted her with David. It wasn't as if she didn't love him, she did. He was the father of her children, and had blessed her with two more but Nick…

God she couldn't wait until she could get away from here, and go to him. It was a Friday and lucky her, the kids were with Gina for the weekend. Gina had already picked them up from school, and David was in Los Angeles until Tuesday. She had two whole days and tonight with Nick, and she planned to make them count.

She looked at the time on the clock, 6:57. They'd both be getting off early today. Actually, he'd gotten of an hour ago from his precinct. But she being the boss… It didn't matter now. She was out the door! Quickly; as quickly as she could, she got up from her chair and started pulling her bag together as Fin walked in. He'd be taking the reigns at the precinct this weekend, and she was practically skipping as she went and got her coat from the rack.

"Look at you? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you had a hot date with David."

"No, just looking forward to peace and quiet this weekend!" She smiled. "The girls are with their stepmom and David's out of town!"

"Well, enjoy your weekend, whatever you get into."

"I will."

"Before you go, Thomas Kirkland's driver-"

"Pablo? Nick questioned him after Thomas' murder."

"Yeah, well now he's offering to talk in exchange for a deal."

"A deal, he's not even been arrested for anything?"

"Called the DAs office, says he has details on stuff he was compliant to; but doesn't want jail time if he talks."

"You think he has details on what happened to Amanda?"

"I think I'm not gonna think anything until we know. We've had so many dead ends, I just can't take another one."

"I hear you. You've got my number; the DA probably won't make a move before Monday, but if she does, call me. Goodnight Fin, have a good weekend."

"You too." He said as she left.

California

"...and that's exactly why he'll be more than willing to take the plea-"

"Excuse me, I have to get this." David said, looking at his phone. "Haden." He answered.

"Mr. Haden...sir, I'm sorry to call you out of the blue, but...well, I need more money!" The male voice said anxiously on the other end of the line.

"I'm sorry, I'm gonna take this outside. Be right back." David said to his colleagues, keeping a straight face as he got up from the table and went to the lobby, where he immediately let his anger show. He knew just who this was, but he didn't expect he'd hear from him again. And especially not on his private number. "How the fuck did you get this number?"

"It was simple enough. Listen, I hate to call you like this-"

"Then don't!"

"Well, I wouldn't. But like I said, I've hit a bad spot, and I need more money- a lot more, unfortunately."

"No, no. We had a deal- one lump sum, and that was it! I gave you a hundred thousand dollars! What you did with it is not my business!"

"Sir, I'm aware, but if you'll just-"

"You heard me, and you'd be wise not to call this number again!" He said. He put the phone in his jacket pocket and collected himself, straightening his hair and fixing his tie before he went back inside.

"She's still having some pain and the bleeding has slowed but at this point, it's a waiting game. I'm sorry." The doctor said and Nick just nodded.

"Thank you." He said as he wiped his eyes.

"I know that it's hard not to, but you can't blame yourself for this. Sometimes it just isn't meant to be." Nick could hear him but god this hurt his heart! And he couldn't imagine what Olivia was going through. She had just shut off, so when he felt himself tearing up, he excused himself to the hall. He wouldn't cry in front of her if she couldn't yet bring herself to.

"I know you mean well, Doc, but please don't try to make this better."

"Listen to me, she's still carrying one of them. And if she wanted to, I don't see a reason why you two can have more after this if you chose to-"

If you chose to.

"It wasn't my baby...I'm actually not her husband. We work together. I was there when her water broke."

"Oh...please, forgive me. I just thought-"

"It's okay. He's actually on his way. Can I go be with her?"

"That's best thing you can do right now." He said, patting Nick's back as he left and Nick wiped his eyes again before he went in to Olivia who was a total mess now. Sometime, while he'd been outside, she started to cry and when he walked in, there she was. Laying there in bed, on her side and sobbing uncontrollably while he stood there by the door for a moment.

"Liv."

"Please go away." She cried with her back to him.

"I'm not leaving you." He began approaching the bed to the side of the window where she was facing and with tears in his eyes, he sat down on the bed and took her in his arms.

"This was the price for what I did to you."

"No Liv, listen to me okay? We both fucked up in that relationship; big time, but this was not your fault." He needed to get that across to her. "It was just something that happened, it's nobodies fault, baby...it just happened!" He said in a whisper as she buried her head against his chest and cried.

"What are you thinking about?" Olivia asked him with a sensual kiss to his lips, suddenly bringing him out of his reverie. They sat together, on the couch eating cheeseburgers and fries while watching television and just being. And she now rested on his shoulder, gazing up at his beautiful face as she stroked his chin. Nick knew what mentioning the miscarriage would do to her; she still hadn't gotten over it and so he looked at her and told her a half truth.

"Just us. Where we would've been by now-"

"Where we'll still be; soon." She said, looking up at him so lovingly. How could he have let her get away from him? Was the thought that went through his head as he kissed her, feeling it in every inch of his body.

"I want you, now. I wanna have you every day! Because once a week, it's not enough!"

"God if you knew how hard it was for me…I love David but this; I never should have committed when my heart was with you!" She said and took a french fry from his carton.

"Somebody's greedy!" He said with a laugh.

"Shut up, I ate all of mine!" She took another fry before she took a slurp from her milkshake as he stared at her.

"What?" She asked, smiling as she chewed.

"This is nice. us, sitting here like this. I can't wait until we get to do this everyday. We made such a mess of things; I never should have let you go." She kissed his shoulder then lay her head down on it.

"So, you ready to be a stepdad to three?" She asked as he rubbed her belly and she let her hands join his.

"More than ready." He said and kissed her. "...and I have you till Sunday!" He smiled and put their food aside on the coffee table; catching her lips in a kiss that quickly turned serious. He eased her down slowly while they kissed, putting her on her back. "You up for this?"

"Do you have any idea how badly I'm starved for this at home? This weekend, I plan on three things." Suddenly, she began unbuttoning her blouse. "Eating..." She said with a kiss. "Sleeping…" Another kiss. "And you making love to me so fiercely, I can't walk out of here come Sunday!" She smiled as she opened her blouse. "Come here, Mr. Amaro!"

Amanda

I'm sure of one thing. Wherever we are, we're somewhere in Europe. During the last eight and a half months, I've noticed some things, even though it could have cost me my life if I'd been caught, but tonight I'd overheard one of the guests talking.

"I have to make it back to Mykonos more often." He said to another when he thought I wasn't listening and before I blacked out.

I was reminded that I'm nothing more than a piece of property when I made the mistake of calling the master baby as a means of ingratiating myself to him, but he quickly and very angrily let me know that that was the wrong thing to do. He knocked me to the floor while I was on top of him, he inside me, and proceed the beat me before he called his men in, four of them. And made them rape me right there on his bedroom floor for hours, while he watched.

"Don't ever think that you are more to me than what you are, you filthy whore!" And he ordered them to get me out of his sight.

That was over a week ago. And since then, he's punished me by not allowing me back to his room. I lay recuperating for 2 days, and then was expected to perform at the next three parties. The last of which, has me here.

Right now, I lay there in the infirmary, crying, the only time I was ever allowed to really voice my pain. All other times, I had to be silent unless it was to voice pleasure, or fake it. But right now, I was absolutely in agony from the abuse my body had withstood tonight. I, along with five other girls, each of them seemingly in a worse state than the last, all lay in our perspective beds, trying not to cry, but failing as treatments were given to us to help with our pain. Some actually screaming just at the sheer agony of being touched.

Tonight was a party hosted for a few German businessmen. We all hated performing for them, because we knew that they were sexual deviants, even more so than the usual men we encountered, but what choice did we have? Master hand picked the six of us that were to entertain the group, and like good little slaves, we put on smiles and did what was was expected of us. Knowing that the alternative of Bangkok was much worse.

But I just cried silently as I lay there on my stomach. My back was basically ripped to shreds by the cat-o-nine-tails whip that I was beaten with during a drinking game the men played tonight. Ten lashes I'd received altogether from the sadistic bastards and in between, I was passed around to them, each having ten minutes to do their worst to me sexually, and they were not kind! My vagina and anus were both ridiculously stretched out and bleeding, as were my breasts and nipples. Blood tinged milk being drained from them.

I just want my life back! Though it hurt me even more than my bruises and torn skin to think about it. I missed Fin and Liv and Nick so much. And the twins, and Zara! Those people were my only real family and being away from them every day was like a death in itself. I was so happy when they'd given us the pain medication through our IVs and I'd started to drift off into a dreamless sleep as I watched the milk being drained from my breasts.

Someone has to discover I'm here. I can't take much more of this life.

TBC